September 2012

September 24, 2012

Power crocheting is NOT for sissies (or idiots). Some of us learn this the hard way...

First I fell hard for this yarn. Then I fell hard for this Japanese Flower pattern. My original plan was to make a scarf. Said scarf was completed but, ummmm, not so much. The scarf was wearing me instead of the other way around. Try as I might, I could not make the scarf work. But, oh my, did I love those flowers all crocheted together. So I just kept making them, adding them one at a time to my scarf. Slowly my scarf started to take the shape of a blanket. I persisted. The hook was flying every time I had a tiny break in my day. I was a woman on a mission.

Well, I was forty six flowers and several days in to this project when the hand that gripped the flower that I so intently worked on started to feel a little stiff and fatigued. But I am a warrior. I crocheted on. Wait. I should amend that. I am not a warrior. I am an idiot and I crocheted on. I did not listen to what my hand was telling me and now I am paying. I seem to have a repetive motion injury to my thumb and some of the fingers on my left hand. I can barely bend them when morning comes each day.

Seriously? I have a crochet injury? I thought crocheting was for grannies. NOT. I will say it again... Crocheting is NOT for sissies (or idiots). I think I will have to put my hook away for now. I sure hope my hand gets better. I also hope that my sewing machine remembers who I am. I need her. :-)